The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told my
husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise" Well, the hours
passed and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around 3 am, a bit
loaded I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the
hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly realizing my husband would
probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of
myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally
smashed), in order to escape a prossible conflict with him. The next morning my
husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him "Midnight" he didn't
seem pissed off at all. Whew -- Got away with that one. Then he said, we
need a new cuckoo clock." When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last
night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh ", cuckooed 4 more
times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice
more and then tripped over the coffee table and farted